I have had an interesting week learning how to be a family dog. The role has come surprisingly easy to me...or is it surprising? Really? Did I not mention how fabulous I am? I think I'm more like Cary Grant but Foster Mother says I'm more like Drew Cary. Pfft! What does she know about talent?!
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| I'm NOT rocking' the Drew Cary look. Sheesh...I said "Cary Grant!" |
I still haven't had an accident in the house. Pretty good right? Not even having to wear that horrid little "belly band" she was wrapping around me the first few days. I'm very quiet in my crate and only make noise to join my fellow hounds when they sing the song of our people. When I do partake of this ritual, Foster Mother says I sound like a hound dog...a classy hound dog of course. I get along well with the natives here including the puff ball cat "Libby." I think she's overwhelmed by my classiness and keeps her distance. It's hard to live in my shadow...and it's a big shadow. Looks like my aspirations of being a glamorous, pampered purse dog aren't going to work out. Sigh.
In full disclosure, although I'm amazing at almost everything, I have to admit I am not a super-star at the stairs. It's not pretty. Most undignified. Foster Mother supervises and puts treats going up the stairs and I'm learning. I'll be graceful soon, but for now I'll settle for functional.
I'm ready to meet my new family and take on my role as cherished family pet! I hope I meet you tomorrow! I'll leave you with a head shot to gaze lovingly at until you meet me tomorrow. TTFN! Cary.
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| Good lookin' right?! |
